Dancing in the Dark

Just look at this! Easter Flowers dancing in the dark.

Dancing all night

Dancing us out of the tomb!

I've been keeping vigil

with these flowers!

Now I'm dancing too!

Happy Easter Everyone!

Reflection after cataract surgery

The daisy has only one eye and it is full of light. Its' flower ancestors have been lifting the light out of the dark earth ages upon ages. The light is ancient and the light keeps coming. We who gaze upon the bright presence of the daisy are also filled with light. The daisy blesses all who behold it. Find a daisy this week. Allow it to bless you.

We have two eyes; they, too, are full of light. Our ancestors have been lifting the light out of age old wombs forever and ever. No one can see that far back into time, still the light keeps coming out of the darkness. It is important for me to believe that the light will continue to come. There is a blessed light and a holy darkness that are age-old friends, kindred spirits. Someday all nations will discover ways to connect the darkness and the light. There are individuals who have already made this discovery. They are using this bright darkness for the healing of the world.

Perhaps God, the Source of Light and Darkness is all 'EYE' and seeing with love is God's religion.

Oh all you daisy spirits,

assist us in being faithful

to the light of our two eyes

as you are faithful

to the light of your one eye

..a small miracle!

How wonderful is light! How awesome is sight! The truth of this rests gently in my heart on this vigil of my cataract surgery. Everyone says that this particular surgery is a piece of cake but I like to think of it as a small miracle. I sat at my prayer altar this evening and remembered some of my favorite sights.

What will it be like to see more clearly (without glasses)

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  the way the shadows and the light celebrate the moments


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  the personality of the individual leaves in the community of leaves on the trees


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  those beautiful freckles on so many faces


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  and the dimples, remembering how when I was a child I used to punch my cheeks in, hoping to create some for myself


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  the gathering of storm clouds


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  the illuminating streaks of lightning


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  sunlight streaming throught the branches


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  bright faces of spring flowers


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  and oh, the return of the daisies.

Continuing my prayer I imagine my doctor's hands held in the hands of the Holy One. Using the prayer of St. Gertrude, I pray for my left and right eye:

"I preceived a gentle light

proceeding from Thy divine eyes

and passing through mine,

spreading itself

in every secret part of me,

and seeming to fill

all my members

with a wonderful power

and strength."

--St. Gertrude of Helfta

Tomorrow the daisies will bloom.

And Thursday I will see them clearly!